John Cusack celebrated six months of HuffPo with his second blog post, a big ol’ rambling near-2,000-word screed that rails against the Bush administration, decries the war in Iraq, laments how the Dems put the “lame” into “laments,” and namedrops (in no particular order) David Frum, John McCain, Bills Moyers and Kristol, Naomi Klein, Dick Cheney, Martin Luther King, Winston Churchill, Hunter S. Thompson, Joe Strummer, Jesus, and of course, Jon Stewart (I repeat: those were in no particular order).
John lays the love on Jon, who he calls “the most important media watchdog right now,” quoting Bill Moyers on the program this summer saying “If Mark Twain were back today, he’d be at Comedy Central” (it’s true, we blogged it here). Jon, he says, is “the vanguard” and baby, he’s all we’ve got (which damns his own HuffPo with no praise, by the by — running this photo certainly ain’t sitting quietly by on the sidelines). Nevertheless, strident Dem that he clearly is, Cusack gently calls Jon out for going easy on the guys across the desk:
And therefore when Republicans, who were the ones who led us into this war, and the ones whom he’s so rightly skewering every night, sit across the table from him — there is some kind of unspoken message being given that they are not part of the problem, that they can wink and laugh with Jon and the things he is making fun of. That they are not them, when in fact, they are…
Cusack seems torn — Jon is a hero, Jon lets the “architects and enablers of the tragic last five years” off easy — but he’s got far too much else on his chest to dwell much. Yes, it’s rambly and free-associative in the extreme (and formatted like hell — ow my eyes) but it’s heartfelt, opinionated and does make some good points (and the link to the Moyers speech is great, I hadn’t seen that. Holy gauntlet-throw, Batman. Now I understand why Kenneth Y. Tomlinson busted a gut).
What the hell, eight pages of comments can’t be wrong, though they can stray occassionally into reverence for “Say Anything” as a life-changing film. Oh, Lloyd Dobler. Even though the whole boombox-under-the-window thing is slightly weird and stalky, this one gets us every time.